"Good Lord!" he ejaculated. "It's hell up there!"
"Thought it was down below, eh?" Abner queried. "Guess hell ain't located in any special place. Ye'll find it most anywhere, even in a hay-mow."
"But what did you put me in a hole like that for?" Billy angrily demanded. "You knew what it was like, didn't you?"
"Why, I gave ye the easiest job, young man," Abner replied. "If ye don't like that, ye kin load or pitch on whichever ye prefer. It's all the same to me."
"To hell with it all. I'm done with haying. I feel sick, anyway."
"Look here," Abner warned, "ye'll feel a darn sight sicker than ye do at present if ye don't stop ye'r swearin'."
"What's that you say? How dare you speak to me an that way? I'll tell your boss on you."
"Tell all ye like. But, there, I've lost enough time with ye already, so trot along."
But Billy did not leave. He followed the team about the field for a few minutes, silent and sulky.
"You'll take me to the island, won't you?" he at length pleaded.